A sunlit morning in Crocus greeted Videns as he entered the holy capital. Word around Fiore was that there were many mission for either light or dark guilds to partake, and being aligned with neither Videns was more than eager to get started on the missions, from both sides of the spectrum. If he was going to make a name for himself he had to start off small then work his way up, it was the classic technique, tried and true. He’d do some small jobs to get his name around, earn some capital then progress until he was at the peak of the mountain. The early morning sun glared brightly at Videns. Despite the shine of the sun the morning was still cold. Dew on the grass, the birds chirping and a chilling wind blew, to most it would be a lovely morning but Videns didn’t really care very much. The one thing on his mind however was getting something decent to eat. As he walked on the cobbled road of the old capital, he noticed a quaint inn which seemed fairly quiet. It was active enough to consider normal however as soon as he entered the establishment he felt a somewhat hostile atmosphere. The bartender seemed rather annoyed over something, his brow furrowed. If looks could kill the wad of bills he was holding would catch fire. Videns approached, although he went unnoticed as the bartender swore furiously about a man weasel named Kyle. “O-Oh my I’m so sorry sir please forgive me. What would you like?” the bartender said with a nervous smile and a bead of sweat forming at his temple. He clearly was not usually this way and felt embarrassed for his outburst of rage. “What’s the matter? Ripped off?” Videns asked casually trying to be polite. The bartender seemed somewhat shocked. “Y-Yeah actually, hit the nail on the head there kiddo” At the word kiddo Videns shot the man a look of dislike. He found it somewhat rude but he didn’t want to interrupt the bartender on his story, this was a potential job. The bartender ignored the look, clearly his temper was rising again, but to avoid another outburst he continued to talk. “Well anyway, this guy Kyle, he’s a con man and well conned me out of a fair bit of money… hey would you mind getting the money off of him for me? I’d reward you of course” Videns looked up and suppressed a smile. He nodded in agreement. “Sure then. SO the man’s name is kyle then? What else should I know about him?” Videns asked looking into the man’s brown eyes. The man held his chin in thought. The bartender reached down low and retrieved what seemed to be a polaroid picture as he pondered on what to say. Eventually barta look back to Videns and began to explain all about the Kyle the con man, his usual habits and hangouts. Videns listened with eager ears to the explanation.
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